"See the third prince." Lou Zhiwei is not surprised and nods lightly.

Now his crown prince's position has been abolished, and there is no title, which can only be called like this.

Zhuo Jinshu didn't think there was anything wrong with her, but she was puzzled by her calm expression, "do you know it's me?"

"What do you say? You are the one who asked me out?" She took out the unmarked note in her sleeve, smiling or teasing.

Zhuo Jinshu is silent.

He knew that she hated him deeply, so he didn't use his own handwriting when he wrote the letter. Unexpectedly, she could see it.

Does this mean that he is not without status in her heart?

"Zhiwei..."

"Did your highness stand in a daze when he invited me out? Or are you waiting for me to salute you? " She took away the letter in her hand and came slowly.

The people who haunt him every day are in front of him, like a waterfall of black hair behind his neck. He is less ignorant and green, but more mature and elegant. At a glance and a smile, the mountain flowers fade.

Zhuo Jinshu's eyes darkened and he suddenly stepped back. He said, "I'm not a prince now. I can't afford the gift of a virtuous princess."

When Murong was abolished, he was naturally implicated.

But at that time, he helped Zhuo Wentian block a knife, and then he was in a state of serious injury and coma for several months. What happened during that time was just like Nanke Yimeng.

When I wake up again, everything is a foregone conclusion.

Now think about it carefully, if he is sober, I'm afraid he can't accept the ups and downs.

But during his coma, he had a dream over and over again.

In that dream, only she.

From their encounter in the hunting ground to the later feud, they flashed in front of them like a lantern.

In the dream, he didn't save her who nearly died in the horse's hoof, but she entangled him with this excuse.

In the next few years, he avoided her.

At that time, his mother was only a concubine. He was criticized for his identity. He was often bullied by princes and his sons.

She would fight with those children every day for him, and sometimes she would win the lottery.

But she never cry pain, just smile to comfort him.

He could see clearly that he was the only one in her eyes.

But the dream will wake up one day, when he opened his eyes again, the earth turned upside down.

In fact, they have been unable to go back for a long time. Unfortunately, he only understands this truth until now.

As time goes by, the most irreparable is those who have been.

Only now did he realize that he missed it so much.

"I heard that you had a lot of risks in your birth. How are you now?" He looked up at her, suddenly silent smile, and some lonely.

The Wei of the building only lightly nodded, way: "don't bother, already all right."

"That's good."

After a brief exchange of greetings, the two fell into a strange silence.

She did not ask him why he was not the prince, and he did not intend to take the initiative to talk about it.

Looking back on these years, it seems that all her misfortunes are due to him. She retired before she was unmarried, and she was notorious.

In the face of every choice, he did not hesitate to stand opposite to her.

There has never been a time of trust.

In the dark, as if destined to be so.

"You Do you hate me

"Why hate?" Lou Zhiwei smiles and doesn't answer questions.

"I..." He almost made her a murderer. He made Bai Hong's hands useless, and even He almost killed her.

"I told you, you have to look forward to the past. Look at my girl. Now she is also a mother. Her family is happy and happy. You should get out of the unrealistic past. After all, the past can't be traced. "

She had no obligation to enlighten him.

Just after listening to Zhuo Jun Li say his recent situation, I suddenly feel some emotion.

Zhuo Jinshu heard her implication and said with a faint smile, "don't worry, I'll have a lot of time to forget in the future."

He said it easily, but only he knew whether he could forget it.

The warm spring breeze came to her face, blowing the broken hair in front of her forehead.

He stretched out his hand to help her straighten it out, but he was stiff in the air, as if heaven and man were at war.

However, at the moment of making a decision, an old man in a monk's clothes suddenly walked slowly and said to him, "Your Highness, it's time to go."

This monk clothes old man is no other than the abbot of fanjue temple.

Zhuo Jinshu nodded and turned away in silence.

This is what he asked Zhuo to ask for. Instead of being confined to the cold palace forever, he should always accompany the ancient Buddha.

There is no need to live without a fixed place, there will be no wind and sun, no open and secret fighting, and there will be no hand and foot fratricidal.

From now on, there will never be a useless prince in the history books of Xichang, but there will be a monk reciting Sutras in fanjue temple.Lou Zhiwei was surprised when Zhuo Junli talked about it. She couldn't imagine that a person who had been so conceited and frivolous would choose to become a monk.

But today, he seems to be different than before.

After half a lifetime of madness, what we see is a profound understanding that ordinary people can't understand.

"Persistence is like abyss, persistence is like dust. Infinite Prajna heart is at ease, the language is silent, the movement is natural. "

With the melodious sound of the Buddha's name, the two people's figure gradually away, and finally disappeared in the waterstop river.

"Young lady, Prince Oh, no, the third prince. What's the matter Seeing him go far away, Bai Hong comes up to ask.

Lou Zhiwei doesn't speak, just shakes her head.

Now the sun is blurred, grass smoke light, with hazy beauty, she waved, want to let Bai Hong walk with her along the river.

Just as soon as I turned around, I saw a chariot sparkling and stopped beside them.

The coachman lifted the curtain and respectfully invited the people inside.

His long black hair is Slouchy and scattered, and his white coat is superior to snow.

"Why, afraid I'll run away with him?"

He should be in Yingmao now, but he arrived here so soon. It's hard to know what to say.

Zhuo Jun left just smile, not feel bad.

He came to her and took her hand and said, "since you want to walk, I accompany you not the same?"

“…… Sometimes I really doubt that you don't have an intelligence network, you have an ear to the wind, otherwise you can hear everything When she just said this to Bai Hong, he was still in the car, but he could hear it clearly.

"Of course, I dare not leave a word behind you." He laughed more happily, and held her hand tightly. Then he said, "my third brother went to fanjue temple to have a shave today. He said he wanted to see you."

"Well, he saw it."

Don't think about it and understand that without his consent, the letter would never come in.

"Vivie."

"Well?"

"Have you ever regretted it?" He hesitated for a moment and asked.

Lou Zhiwei answered very simply: "of course."

Somehow, when she said this, her hand suddenly tightened, and her palm seemed to have a thin sweat.

Lou Zhiwei said with a smile: "fool, there are many things I regret in the world, only you, I have never regretted."

Holding the hand of a son, I will never regret in this life.

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